Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.